tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73810398863018454572024-03-12T22:04:42.125-04:00The Winter NightsAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02883585498722090894noreply@blogger.comBlogger141125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381039886301845457.post-70408293685734658582016-09-16T23:12:00.001-04:002016-09-16T23:13:39.273-04:00A note to the readerIf you still have this site bookmarked or ended up here for the first time, I have decided to continue my collection on Tumblr for convenience. Follow me?
<h1><a href="http://arsenalofwords.tumblr.com">http://arsenalofwords.tumblr.com</a></h1>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02883585498722090894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381039886301845457.post-10578294184664956302016-05-25T18:31:00.001-04:002016-05-25T18:39:31.857-04:00The 8 count concertoI inhale the space between<br>
continents,<br>
stretch my legs.<br>
It's moments like<br>
this- you can feel it<br>
happening- that you grow<br>
transformed<br>
partly into something<br>
else strange and<br>
unnameable-<br>
so when death comes<br>
it can only take<br>
part of<br>
you.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02883585498722090894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381039886301845457.post-84979631031953301092016-05-25T18:29:00.000-04:002016-05-25T18:29:04.643-04:00An afternoon in Februarythe phone rings again.
"I have just about gotten over it,
I have just about gotten over
you."
"Thank you," I say and
hang up.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02883585498722090894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381039886301845457.post-27223849181156813042016-05-25T18:14:00.003-04:002016-05-25T18:14:56.149-04:00"Then it hit me and I just blurted, ‘I like people too much or not at all. I’ve got to go down deep, to fall into people, to really know them."- Sylvia PlathAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02883585498722090894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381039886301845457.post-40170617677876186862016-05-22T11:33:00.004-04:002016-05-22T11:36:22.942-04:00"Things are so easily lost. Things just can't be kept forever."- Charles BukowskiAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02883585498722090894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381039886301845457.post-17377032184922406282016-05-22T10:54:00.001-04:002016-05-22T11:36:34.304-04:00"Death comes slowly like ants to a fallen fig."<p dir="ltr">- Charles <u>Bukowski</u></p>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02883585498722090894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381039886301845457.post-54533234931443274062016-05-10T23:09:00.001-04:002016-05-10T23:10:50.657-04:00Stupid girls are always trying to disappear as revenge. And you are not stupid. You loved a man with more hands than a parade of beggars, and here you stand. Heart like a four-poster bed. Heart like a canvas. Heart leaking something so strong they can smell it in the street.- Frida Kahlo Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02883585498722090894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381039886301845457.post-55512286990669080212013-10-08T10:22:00.001-04:002013-10-08T10:22:24.780-04:00"Wait, see how the morning breaks- it's the simplest of love songs but it's all our hearts can take"- Noah Gundersen
<iframe width="420" height="315" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/kY2yYMh0Qhc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02883585498722090894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381039886301845457.post-84200955244661697772013-08-29T10:32:00.000-04:002013-08-29T10:32:12.388-04:00" I have decided to stick with love. Hate is too great a burden to bear."- Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02883585498722090894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381039886301845457.post-31275605008022285752013-08-26T16:49:00.001-04:002013-08-29T10:32:50.768-04:00"I'll be honest about it. It is not atheists who get stuck in my craw, but agnostics. Doubt is useful for a while. We must all pass through the garden of Gethsemane. If Christ played with doubt, so must we. If Christ spent an anguished night in prayer, if He burst out from the Cross, 'My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?' then surely we are also permitted doubt. But we must move on. To choose doubt as a philosophy of life is akin to choosing immobility as a means of transportation."- Yann Martel, <i>Life of Pi</i>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02883585498722090894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381039886301845457.post-67645268385729437172013-08-22T10:48:00.001-04:002013-08-22T10:48:20.707-04:00"I'm in love with you, and I'm not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I'm in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we're all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we'll ever have, and I am in love with you."John Green - <i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0525478817/ref=as_li_qf_sp_asin_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=0525478817&linkCode=as2&tag=thewinnig-20">The Fault in Our Stars</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://ir-na.amazon-adsystem.com/e/ir?t=thewinnig-20&l=as2&o=1&a=0525478817" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important;" width="1" /></i>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02883585498722090894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381039886301845457.post-8757451822890728222013-08-21T11:44:00.002-04:002013-08-21T11:44:13.014-04:00“I think that we are like stars. Something happens to burst us open; but when we burst open and think we are dying; we’re actually turning into a supernova. And then when we look at ourselves again, we see that we’re suddenly more beautiful than we ever were before.” C. JoyBell C.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02883585498722090894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381039886301845457.post-34794899708689363492013-08-21T11:34:00.002-04:002013-08-21T11:34:30.677-04:00“I remember awakening one morning and finding everything smeared with the color of forgotten love.”Charles BukowskiAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02883585498722090894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381039886301845457.post-10036194394495783102013-08-20T16:01:00.002-04:002013-08-20T16:01:35.096-04:00“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.” Anaïs NinAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02883585498722090894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381039886301845457.post-10530121099592914022013-08-19T13:35:00.002-04:002013-08-19T13:35:23.844-04:00"I believe there is such a thing as a non-violent fist."Andrea GibsonAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02883585498722090894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381039886301845457.post-4106507257428824042013-08-19T12:41:00.002-04:002013-08-19T12:41:31.043-04:00“I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: “If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?” And whenever the answer has been “No” for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.” Steve JobsAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02883585498722090894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381039886301845457.post-81825060800096894762013-08-19T12:38:00.000-04:002013-08-19T12:38:43.333-04:00“There are four questions of value in life… What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living “for, and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same - only love.” Johnny DeppAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02883585498722090894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381039886301845457.post-63523895496331286912013-08-16T14:16:00.003-04:002013-08-16T14:24:05.694-04:00“Don't be afraid to be confused. Try to remain permanently confused. Anything is possible. Stay open, forever, so open it hurts, and then open up some more, until the day you die, world without end, amen.” <a href="http://amzn.to/15OWQOH">George Saunders</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02883585498722090894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381039886301845457.post-52696489301316581232013-08-16T14:11:00.002-04:002013-08-16T14:18:51.609-04:00“Drinking is an emotional thing. It joggles you out of the standardism of everyday life, out of everything being the same. It yanks you out of your body and your mind and throws you against the wall. I have the feeling that drinking is a form of suicide where you’re allowed to return to life and begin all over the next day. It’s like killing yourself, and then you’re reborn. I guess I’ve lived about ten or fifteen thousand lives now.”In honor of <a href="http://amzn.to/1cSScrV">Charles Bukowski</a>'s would-be 93rd birthday today!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02883585498722090894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381039886301845457.post-5024688406611022042013-08-13T15:49:00.001-04:002013-08-15T14:24:44.842-04:00Contacting Me<a href="mailto:thewinternights@gmail.com?subject=thewinternights">thewinternights@gmail.com</a> =)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02883585498722090894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381039886301845457.post-6118642760849556122013-08-12T12:50:00.001-04:002013-08-12T12:50:28.232-04:00"They never pay the slaves enough so they can get free, just enough so they can stay alive and come back to work. I could see all this. Why couldn’t they?"Charles BukowskiAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02883585498722090894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381039886301845457.post-87964206248771367612013-08-06T15:00:00.000-04:002013-08-06T15:00:11.720-04:00“Blessed are those who see beautiful things in humble places where other people see nothing.”Camille PissarroAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02883585498722090894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381039886301845457.post-638431913564790322013-07-31T11:01:00.000-04:002013-07-31T11:01:11.873-04:00"I have an everyday religion that works for me. Love yourself first, and everything else falls into line."Lucille BallAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02883585498722090894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381039886301845457.post-2764542879853108182013-07-25T12:10:00.002-04:002013-08-16T14:29:19.889-04:00"Beating yourself up is never a fair fight."<a href="http://amzn.to/1ePNZ4K">Andrea Gibson</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02883585498722090894noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7381039886301845457.post-54542761463875670692013-07-25T12:09:00.000-04:002013-07-30T14:33:14.020-04:00“Perhaps some day I'll crawl back home, beaten, defeated. But not as long as I can make stories out of my heartbreak, beauty out of sorrow.” <span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">Sylvia Plath from </span><u style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath</u>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02883585498722090894noreply@blogger.com0